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A Strange Place

"Talking"

"Thinking"

Eivor did not know where she was. The first thing she had seen when she awoke was a strange room, surrounded by things she didn't understand. She had thought she had been taken prisoner and set about to freeing herself. But when she tried to free herself, men and women quickly surrounded her. Their words were strange, sounding like the language of England but not quite. Still, she recognized enough words to understand the meaning. They were trying to heal her.

That had been three days ago, time Eivor felt was wasted lying about in bed. The only thing of benefit that came out of it was understanding the language. It consumed the time but she was able to learn enough to understand people and make herself known.

Now that she was free from the bed, she was brought to a room where a long table dominated the space. Instead of taking a seat, Eivor looked around the room. The walls were barely, showing nothing that showed glory of past deeds, only shelves and strange pictures. The walls themselves were strange. They appeared to be made of stone but it was smooth and flawless. Just how were these people able to create such a thing without multiple stones? Did they just carve the room out of a mountain? They didn't seem to be dwarves yet this room could only have been made from their skill.

The door opened and two people walked in. One was a man, hair already turning silver but who still walked with a warrior's strength. So did the woman. They both wore the same uniform, green jackets and leggings. It was the same as Eivor's, only hers was blue. "Hello," the woman said with a kind smile. "We heard that you were awake and well. I'm sorry if things are a little confusing at the moment." They both sat down at the table. She gestured at an opposite chair. "Please, take a seat."

Eivor did as she was instructed but she kept a wary eye on the others. "Where am I?" she demanded. "Am I still in Vinland or have I somehow traveled to Svartalfheim?" They shared a look at the last word. So they knew what it meant.

"Why don't we start with names?" the woman offered. "I'm Major Samantha Carter and this is Colonel Jack O'Neil."

The names were less interesting than the titles. It was clear they were in some sort of army, possible high-ranked if the emphasis was anything to go by. "Eivor, of the Raven Clan," she said.

"Any relation to the Crow Clan?" the man asked. "Or should we just try looking at other kinds of birds here?"

She could've killed him with her look. His was somewhat amused. "Why am I here?" she asked of them both. "Have I been taken prisoner?"

"No," the woman assured her. "No, you're not a prisoner. We found you in stasis and it looked as if your systems were starting to fail. The only way to keep you alive was to release you from containment."

Half of those words made no sense to her. So she tried to fashion them into sense. "It sounds as if I was caught in a spell that was only broken by your interference."

"That's technically true," the woman said. "But it wasn't magic, only technology and science."

"The means do not matter at this point. Has this spell held me captive for long?"

Again, they shared a look. "What year do you think it is?" the man asked. He seemed serious, much different from his earlier words. Here, he showed his experience and his authority.

Eivor thought about her answer for the moment. "Do you mark the time as the Christians do?" The woman nodded. "Then I believe the year is 890 or so." Who knew how much time she had actually lost in the spell.

"…It's 2004," said the man. "You've been under for over a thousand years."

It was as if the world froze around Eivor, and she was left in the dark void. She couldn't believe the words yet there nothing about them that seemed untrue. Over a thousand years? The spell held her that long? Another fear gripped her heart and squeezed. "Am I still in Midgard?" she all but demanded.

The woman was confused but the man understood sooner. "If you mean Earth, then yes. You're still on Earth."

Her heart beat a little easier at that answer. The question now was where she was. It might be England considered the language. Yet the way their voices shaped the words seemed different. "Am I still in Vinland?" The memories were murky, but she remembered living in Vinland, learning from Odin. There was a bright light and then…

Nothing.

"Ah, sorry, I don't know where that is. Carter?"

The woman shook her head. "I don't know either."

So not only had her time passed but Eivor had no idea where she was. It was irritating, the situation she was in. Still, these people had awakened her from her imprisonment. It was a kindness. "So, what do you wish of me?" she asked. The chair was a comfort, giving her a sense of stability.

"Well, some of us would like to know about what life was like in your time," the woman said. "But we'd be willing to help you acclimate to this day and era."

"Shouldn't be too hard. We've done it before," the man said.

Eivor still wasn't sure what they were talking about. It sounded as if they were willing to help her live out her life. Considerate of them but she didn't think she needed that much aid. Midgard couldn't have changed that much, could it?

The door to the room opened and another man walked in. Eivor could tell this was no soldier. He might know how to fight but he would prefer a book more than a weapon. "Jack, you're gonna…" the man trailed off as he looked at the room. "Oh, you're already talking to her."

"Say hello to Eivor, Daniel," the man said. "Eivor, this is Daniel. He's one of the people who want to talk to you."

"Hello," the second man said. He might've waved if his hands weren't holding paper. Eivor gave him a brief nod, choosing not to say anything at this point. "So anyway—"

"Quick question, Daniel. What's Vinland?"

"Huh? Oh, it's what the Norse called North America when they supposedly discovered it."

Now that, Eivor found insulting. "There was no 'supposedly.' We found the land across the whale road and settled there," she told the man with fire in her words.

"Right, understood." He didn't flinch at her anger, taking it in stride. Another fact that showed he had been in battle. "Well, in that case, I'd like to hear about what that was like later." He looked back to the first man. "Jack, we found something in Eivor's blood."

Eivor came to her feet quick. "You took my blood?" Did they know they had power over her because of that? Was that their plan?

"Only as a precaution and to match your blood type. Nothing more." The words were sincere but meant nothing to her. "But we came across something that warranted investigation. It was faint but the blood did have a match with one of our personnel."

Both the woman and the man went still. That alone got Eivor's attention. "She's related to someone on base?" the man asked.

"Yeah. You."

"What?" he and Eivor asked.

The second man gestured at their guest. "Meet your ancestor, Jack."


They were true to their word, Eivor gave them that much. Whoever these soldiers were, they were more than that. They also had people of learning in their ranks and they did their best to teach her about this age.

What amazed Eivor was the land itself. What she had thought of as Vinland had been nothing more than the coast of a new world. The kingdom she was now (they might call it a country or nation, but Eivor knew it was a kingdom), stretched from the east to the west, going from one sea to another, encompassing all the lands in between. The English kings she had met would gnash their teeth in jealously at such holdings. Eivor remembered Hytham mentioning the old empire of Rome encompassing the whole of the known world. She was sure even those Romans would be hard-pressed to match this empire.

The land she was in now was close to the center of the empire, a place called Colorado. She had been given a home in the neighboring city known as Colorado Springs (the name did seem odd to her tastes, but she had heard odder names). She had been taught how to act in public, what the laws of the land were, and how money was used. That last part still threw Eivor. Why would they use paper when gold or silver was still valuable?

More often than not, she spent her days reading all that she could, both to understand the world and the language. It was disheartening to learn that her people's time as Vikings had long since passed, only known through books and something called a sport team (that, she wasn't sure she wanted to know about). The weapons had changed, becoming smaller, more complex, and far more deadly.

Even the cities were different. She had looked up Lunden because she knew of it. What had been a rough town at the bank of a river was now a city recognized throughout the world. The name's lettering had changed but it sounded the same. That was all she recognized. What pictures she could find of it showed something she didn't recognize. And the city she lived in now was nothing she knew of.

Yet it was the cars that unnerved Eivor the most. What happened to a good horse to get where they needed? But that was gone now. People only rode horses for entertainment. What had taken their place were metal constructs that could go faster than any animal or ship Eivor had seen. She would watch them from her window, driving past as if nothing could stop them. Sure, they seem slow around her house, but she had heard of a road where they could reach speeds not even the swiftest horse could match. Such thing sounded like a tale only a bard could sing of, yet she just knew it existed.

There was something else, being in this new land and era, that bothered Eivor. She couldn't hear Odin anymore. All her life, her past life had been with her, whispering in her ear, telling her how she should act in certain situations. Granted, she had chosen to listen to his teachings later in her life but that had been her choice. Now, not having his voice waiting to speak, it seemed wrong. Just as wrong as not having Sýnin. She missed her companion.

Her distant son and his friends, the woman called Carter, the scholar known as Daniel, and a Numidian they named Teal'c, did what they could to help her understand the land. Carter especially aided Eivor in getting clothes. She was no stranger to leggings, but this fabric called denim was a surprising find, both in color and comfortableness. However, it was the undergarments that astounded her (suddenly, a simple cloth wrap didn't seem enough).

When they had thought her acclimated enough (still a strange word for her), Jack had suggested she go out in public and took her to the zoo. It was a word she had never heard before, like so many others, but she was curious and followed her distant son.

As it turned out, a zoo was akin to a menagerie. Eivor had never seen such a thing, only heard tales from Vikings who had sailed eastward and returned. But this zoo, she was sure it would've put those menageries to shame. She saw animals she had never seen before. Some she had heard of, coming from distant lands like Egypt and Numidia. Others, she knew some English lords had taken as their sigil.

Yet seeing a giraffe loom over her or a lion in its den was something new. If she had met these creatures in her own time, would she have hunted them? Or would they have hunted her? Unlike the other families at this zoo, she knew these animals could be deadly if given the chance. When it came down to that, all one would have for protection would be themselves. Eivor never felt more naked at that realization, wishing more than anything else that she had a weapon, a proper weapon.

Still, coming to this zoo was interesting. Until it turned sour. "Well," said Jack as they walked out, "I don't think I ever had a visit to the zoo end on that sort of note."

Eivor couldn't face her distant son. "It shouldn't have happened," she said. "I should not have lost my temper like that."

"Losing your temper should involve more shouting and screaming, going by my experience. You just lectured a couple of children like they were idiots." It was the tone that showed he disapproved of what happened. His gaze found her and stayed there, insuring she knew how he didn't like what happened.

She didn't like what happened. Standing outside the wolf enclosure, watching them pace around and observing the humans, her hands had ached for an axe. The children had appeared out of nowhere, so eager to see the wolves, she had thought them foolish. Hearing the girl say they were cool, knowing the context of the word, Eivor snapped at them, telling them just what wolves were and would have no trouble feeding on humans if they had the chance. It was only when the children's parents cut her off that she realized what happened. The only thing she could do was back off, leaving Jack to apologize for her behavior.

Just as they reached Jack's car, Eivor saw the family leaving. "Jack, a moment," she told him.

"Why?" he asked, pausing as he was about to enter the car. He noticed the family and looked back at her. "No, no. Bad idea. Very bad idea, Eivor."

"A moment." She left him waiting and headed for the family.

The father noticed her first. He didn't have a warrior's body, but the scowl was threatening enough. He gestured his children to stand behind him as she came close. "What do you want?" he demanded as she came close. "I will call zoo security!"

While Eivor was certain she could fight off what passed for guards here, that wasn't what she wanted. "I wish for no more trouble," she started. "I only want to explain my actions."

The man's wife eyed her with a coldness worthy of ice. "What kind of explanation could you offer for yelling at little children?" she asked. "My son isn't even ten!" And he was the eldest.

A pair of eyes looked out past the man's leg. It was his daughter. She looked at Eivor with a scared expression. It was an expression she remembered all too well. "May I speak to your children?" she asked the parents. "My words are for them."

"You can talk to us," the man replied, keeping his daughter behind him.

"Very well. I did not mean to chastise your children as I did. I have no other reason for my actions other than my own experiences." They didn't understand her words. So she turned her head so they could.

The wife didn't know what exactly she was looking at, until she did. Her eyes widened as she took in the scarred flesh that stretched from the woman's cheek to her collar. It was old but it was clear that something had torn at the woman's neck, leaving only the scar behind. "How did…?" She couldn't bring herself to finish the question.

But Eivor knew what she wanted. "I was eight, lost in the woods close to my home. A wolf found and attacked, biting me here," she explained, tapping the scar. "If my family hadn't arrived, I might not have lived beyond that day."

The man stared at the scar for a long silent second. His anger was still there but now it pulled back and cooled. "You hate wolves, don't you?" he asked.

She nodded. "Since that day. I know what they can do, and I will not let myself be caught like that again." Her anger started to burn. Only her training and focus stopped it from leaking out. "But your children are still innocent and think highly of wolves. It was wrong of me to take that away from them." And she did something she rarely did: bowed her head. "I am sorry."

The parents were stunned by the explanation and the apology. Most people think just saying the words 'I'm sorry,' were enough. This woman put emotion behind hers and bowed her head. She meant what she said because she was embarrassed. "…Thank you for the apology," the husband said after a quiet moment. "And I am sorry for what happened to you."

Eivor raised her head. "That, you do not need to apologize. You had no part in it." She stepped back. "Good day to you all."

Jack was still waiting by his car. "I take it everything went well?" he asked once she was close enough.

"They accepted my apology," she said.

"I heard." As they climbed inside, he eyed his ancestor. "Just how much of that story you gave them was true?" It seemed a bit farfetched even if it was a bit basic.

"All of it. The children didn't need to hear why I had been in that forest." She leaned back against the seat and waited as they left the zoo. It felt strange, moving like this. Almost as if she was in inside a creature.

The journey to her house was silent, until the end. "Jack, when will you tell me what you do?"

Jack thanked his training under pressure not to slam down on the brake in surprise. "How do you mean?"

"We've established that you are a jarl of sorts, but you won't tell of your battles and victories, to me or anyone." That sort of thing was unbelievable to Eivor. Who wouldn't want their glory to be known across the land?

Jack kept his eyes on the road before them. "Some of the things I've done shouldn't be talked about, for any number of reasons," he said, his voice quiet. "As for the rest, if people heard about them, they would not believe it."

It made a sort of sense to Eivor. She could also understand what he wasn't saying. "I have learned how to fight since the time I could hold an axe in my hand. I do not know much about you or your soldiers, but I know what warriors fighting a war look like. And we live in the center of your land, where it should be the safest. So the enemy you fight is not one known by all." Her mind went to the Order of the Ancients first. Had she fallen in with this era's Hidden Ones? The question could wait until she had a proper answer.

"I'm assuming this is a sale's pitch," her distant son remarked.

She had no idea what that was. "If you're willing to take me, I'd be happy to lend you my sword-arm. It will give me purpose again." The more she stayed in this age, the more Eivor found she lacked a sense of purpose. She didn't like the feeling.

Jack was silent as he pulled up to her new home. "I'll run it by the higher-ups," he finally said. "See what they have to say. You'll have to be trained before you get approved."

Training? How ridiculous. She made her opinion known by her snort. "Whatever it is, I will take it." She was a Viking and spent many years as such. There were only a few who could match her on the battlefield.

Jack smirked and she froze. She always did when she saw that smirk. It was the same one she wore whenever something amused her. "We'll see," he finally said. After she climbed out of the car, he leaned out over the window. "I'll come by tomorrow with the beer. Maybe we'll be able to swap war stories."

That sounded good, but with one difference. "Bring mead instead," she told him as he drove off. She waited until his car was out of sight before walking back inside.

This new era was strange, but she was getting used to it. And maybe soon, she would have something she could fight against soon. Whatever it was her distant son and his friends faced, their ranks would be bolstered with the Wolf-Kissed amongst them.

End

Author's note: Thank you for all the reviews you've sent me.

I'm honestly not sure how this idea came to be. All I'm sure about is that it happened, and I was interested.

Giving Eivor a connection to the SG-1 team makes it a little better than just being someone else they found and revived. It gives her a desire to live in the world and see how it goes. The Raven Clan might be gone but she would have a new family. Just look at what she calls Jack. Not her descendant, but her distant son. Guess which word has the emphasis.

If you're wondering just how Eivor managed to become a mother in the first place, please note that her ending in the game was rather open. Yes, she was learning from Odin in a land away from everyone she had known, but that doesn't mean she stayed alone. For all we know, she could've gone back to England at some point.

Alright, that's this batch done. Not sure when the next round is going to be posted, so keep an eye out. Don't be afraid a review. I like to hear what you all think of these stories.

I'll see you all next chapter!